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Monsieur Agniel the atronomer communicates with his sister
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011304
Type of Spiritual Experience
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A description of the experience
Death and its Mystery, At the Moment of Death; Manifestations and Apparitions of the Dying – Camille Flammarion
Source: Monsieur Agniel, a member of the Morocco branch of the Astronomical Society of France, Rabat; Letter 4310
Nineteen years ago it was the reading of L’Inconnu that completely changed my existence. From the materialist I was, I became a sincere propagator of spiritual ideas which I have sought to fathom.
Allow me to report my own testimony touching upon the manifestations of our being acting at a distance. The facts concern me personally.
I have a sister of a most impressionable nature who lives in Nimes. In 1906 I went to pay her a visit. I was then residing in Nice. I had taken an express that left towards midnight. My sister greatly loves orange blossoms and Nice, as you know, is the centre of the region where this tree of the golden fruit flourishes. So I had gathered for her a flowery sheaf which I had put in the luggage rack opposite me. Its penetrating perfume kept me awake.
Having neglected to inform my sister in advance of my trip, I tried to make amends for my forgetfulness through telepathic channels. Alone in my compartment, I tried an experiment while the train was rushing along at full speed between Golfe-Juan and Cannes. Concentrating my thoughts on the flowers and then closing my eyes, I sent myself mentally into my sister’s room in Nimes and spoke to her thus
‘I am arriving. I am coming to see you and to bring you the flowers you love’.
I imagined myself at the foot of her bed, showing her my bunch of flowers, of which I formed a mental image.
At 10 o’clock in the morning I got off the train and at once hurried to my sister
‘It’s very odd’ she told me when she had kissed me ‘I dreamed last night that you were coming and that you were bringing me orange blossoms!’
‘Capital’ I answered ‘Here I am – and there are the orange blossoms’.
I have often enough renewed this experiment with success, save once, when my sister had not gone to sleep at the time when I was experimenting.